Oh my word. Ya'd a thunk she was traumatized for life from the hysterics she went into this morning over this:
Yeah. So the hand is missing. It's not exactly worth writing home about.....course I am just sitting here blogging about it....haha.
But, oh my goodness, the crocodile tears and drama that erupted when she realized her poor Dora is now an amputee....you'd have thought she had squashed her hand in the door or something. Good gravy! I was SO not expecting that.
And it wasn't even my fault. See, I was cleaning house this morning and ran across that sticky, gooey, stretchy Dora toy and you know how those toys get sooo dirty cuz everything sticks to them? So I just took it to the bathroom and washed it off. While washing, I realized that at some point in Dora's travels throughout the house, her hand has gotten shredded beyond repair. It was pretty much just like a little string hanging on the end of her arm, and I have no clue at what point the hand actually disappeared. So I just popped that little string off and left her hand-less. Munchkin, who is climbs up on the stool at the sink just as I finish washing the now hand-less Dora, curiously watches me finish up and pick up the little string and throw it in the trash and then hand her the hand-less Dora. It took about three seconds and then you could hear it at the neighbors.
"DORA......WAHHHHHHH.......BROOOOOOKKKKKEEEEEE!!!!! NOOOOOooooooooOOOOOoooooOOOOOooo.... MOMMY!!!!!!!!"
Me, gaping in astonishment at the real tears that are streaming down her face from out of nowhere, "Do huh? SHEEESH, I'm sorry! I didn't break her, I don't know who did, I just washed her off."
I've never seen her actually get that upset over a toy before. I mean, she's three. She's had plenty of toys that have broken at some point in the last three months....either by her or by accident.....and she has NEVER had that kind of a fit over it. Good night!
She was definitely in drama queen mode today. Everything was fit-worthy. I didn't realize how good she was doing until she did this relapse thing....she hasn't been throwing fits like this for awhile. I guess it was because of the adjustment with Bouncer being here.
She got mad b/c Bouncer's "chores" were supervised by KC, so he got to "help her daddy."
She got mad b/c she didn't want to help mommy.
She got mad b/c she needed a nap.
She got mad b/c she wanted daddy's energy drink and I flat out refused. (DUH)
She got mad b/c daddy took Bouncer out to run errands while she had to stay here and help mommy.
She got mad b/c we had to leave Mawmaw and Pawpaw's this evening.
She got mad anytime Bouncer picked up a toy because only then did she want it.
And a few times, when I would threaten her with a loss of privilege if she didn't stop whining and crying, she would take a minute and cool down and then give me this huge grin and say, "me HAPPY, mommy!!!"
Great. For how many seconds? Until I say, I'm sorry, I'm glad you're happy, but you still only get to drink juice or water (I'd have to be an idiot to give her an energy drink)." or "I'm sorry, sweetie....I'm glad you're happy, but you still get to lay down and take a nap." Yep. That's how long, alright.
Sheesh. It's just been one of those days. And the bouncer? Well, he's been typical....bouncy. *grin*
I think we do pretty well handling the two of them, considering. We don't generally lose our patience as often as I would have thought we would. However, I have come to the conclusion that our little family life would be a lot smoother (mom and dad included in that) if we didn't have so much on our plates. Like today. So much to get done and trying to juggle them around all of it without messing up their schedules too much and not dropping any of the balls we are frantically trying to keep in the air (like sunday school lessons and vbs crafts for tomorrow morning, home routines, birthday parties, housecleaning, laundry, grocery shopping....and the list just goes on....).
It's nuts around here. Course we knew that was true without throwing a busy schedule into the mix!!! Ha!
Anyways. KC is falling asleep in the recliner next to me, and it's almost midnight so I should really get my little self moved toward the pillow in my bed.
Hope ya'll are having a great weekend.